On Kindness
The children, Masha and Misha, are building a tent for their dolls in front of the house.
Misha
In an angry tone to Masha. No, not this. Bring that stick there. What a blockhead you are!
An Old Woman
Coming out of the house, crossing herself, and muttering. Jesus Christ reward her! What an angel! She has pity on everyone.
The Children cease to play, and look at the old woman.
Misha
Who is as good as all that?
Old Woman
Your mother. She has God in her soul. She pities us, the poor. She has given me a skirt—and some tea, and money too. The Queen of Heaven save her! Not like that godless man. “Such a lot of you,” he says, “tramping about here.” And such savage dogs he has!
Misha
Who is that?
Old Woman
The man opposite. The wine merchant. A very unkind gentleman, I can tell you. But never mind. I am so thankful to the dear lady. She has given me presents, has relieved me, miserable creature that I am. How could we exist if it were not for such kind people? She weeps.
Masha
To Misha. How good she is!
Old Woman
When you are grown up, children, be as kind as she is to the poor. God will reward you. Exit.
Misha
How wretched she is!
Masha
I am so glad mother has given her something.
Misha
Why shouldn’t one give, if one has got plenty of everything oneself? We are not poor, and she is.
Masha
You remember, John the Baptist said: Whoever has two coats, let him give away one.
Misha
Oh, when I am grown up I will give away everything I have.
Masha
Not everything, I should think.
Misha
Why not?
Masha
But what would you have left for yourself?
Misha
I don’t care. We must always be kind. Then the whole world will be happy.
Misha stopped playing with his sister, went to the nursery, tore a page out of a copybook, wrote a line on it, and put it in his pocket. On that page was written: We Must Be Kind.